Life
can be like
a mortar and pestal
grinding and grinding
at the smallest grains
making them ever smaller.
Little lumps pop up
out of the congregation
only to be hammered
harder with the pestal
ground ever smaller
against the walls
of the mortar bowl
into powdery dust;
indistinguishable
one from the other;
just a gray mass
of lifeless powder.
-Joy Stalvey Barefoot
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